((why am getting a racoon city vibe?))
Alexander slung himself up off his bed, holding his hand out infront of him, he'd been messing around with his Morph, partially morphing parts of his body as far as he could before the morph started to creep over his body, fire roared down his lower arm and burning away the pure black scales and huge serrated claws on his lower-forearm and hand, the flames faded, leaving a normal human hand. Sighing softly he grinned and picked up the empty sheath from where it was leaning, lamenting the loss of the blade as he strapped it on to his hip. running his hands through his long, blond hair he grabbed his jacked with the insignia of the dragon on the shoulder. pulling it on he checked himself one last time in the mirror. nodding he picked up his gloves and pulled them on, checking the wraps on his arm that covered the various injections and incisions made duing his splicing he nodded and walked out towards the Meeting room, remembering to lock his door behind him.

On the walk he spent some time thinking to himself, as far as he was aware he was the only one with a supposed 'theoretical genome' He had no idea what the hell that meant all he knew was that he no longer feared old age and could command fire. he knew that he'd been spliced with a dragons 'theoretical genome' but he'd never been one for studying advanced science. he knew the basics and how life worked, but he had no idea what all this talk of genomes and 'statistical analysis of microsampling' all he knew was he was not in prison and capable of things greater than he was before. He grinned. 'let them come, let them try and bully me now,' he thought to himself. 

he walked in to the meeting room, humming to himself, spinning a chair round he sat on it and lent on his elbows on the back, having spun it round to sit on it backwards, and lent on his chin. "so why on earth are we here?"